The room was plunged into darkness, lit only by a dim lamp in the corner. Demi's shadow was cast long on the wall, distorted, almost monstrous.
She paced back and forth nervously, her bare feet pounding on the floor like hammer blows. Suddenly, she stopped. Her gaze fixed ahead, her hands clenched into fists.
"Since YOU arrived... everything has gone to hell!" Demi shouted, the sound echoing off the bare walls. With an angry gesture, she slammed her fist on the table.
"I... I was the queen! I was the one in charge... Me! And you were nothing... an insignificant blonde nerd! But you dared to stand in my way, and suddenly the world started looking at you. Always you. Forgetting about me!"
The light from the lamp illuminated her dark eyes, maddened with rage. She grabbed her hair, pulling it hard, as her breath escaped her quickly and sharply.
"Even my body! My pride, my weapon, my pride! My breasts... unique... perfect! And you? You with the same damn breasts, the same size! A copy made to torment me! Me, the arrogant bully, you, the shy newcomer. And how we fought... aaaaargh! You were never defeated!"
She turned abruptly toward the mirror, her face contorted with rage, and pointed her finger at her reflection as if Ana were standing there.
"And that bitch Amanda?! Damn Amanda! I sweated blood against her and lost. But who did she turn to? YOU! Always YOU!"
Demi grabbed the chair and threw it against the wall. The wood creaked on impact and bounced awkwardly. She was panting, her hair falling over her eyes.
"And Kyle... oh, Kyle! He was mine! I loved and could have had him back, but you got in the way! He saw the innocence of the newcomer in you... What bullshit. Everyone can see how arrogant you are now." Her voice came out hoarse, full of fury. "I fought for him against you... And how did it end? In a draw! A damn draw! And from that moment on, my love has been broken... because of you. Because you were there, always there!"
Demi closed her eyes, feeling the anger boiling inside her. Anger… jealousy? She couldn't understand, she didn't want to understand. She didn't want it to be jealousy, it couldn't be! Jealous of… Ana. No!
"Amanda should have destroyed you when she caught you fighting. Humiliated you! But no... You managed to turn everything to your advantage. You pushed yourself against her... and you drew against the woman who beat me. You! Always you!"
Demi slammed both fists on the table, leaning forward, her hot breath fogging up the mirror in front of her.
"And Louisa... she was my prey, my fight! I had torn apart anyone who stood in my way to get to her! But you came out of nowhere, like a saviour, like a heroine, you took my place... You stole my moment! And Louisa hasn't looked at me since, no... she only wanted you!"
A single tear ran down her cheek, glistening in the yellow light of the lamp. Demi wiped it away with an angry swipe, leaving a red mark on her skin.
"This is what you've done to me, Ana. Every time I was about to shine, you were there to extinguish me." Demi threw her arms wide, as if she wanted to throw her anger at the sky. "Every time I could have been remembered, it was you who was noticed. Always Ana. Never Demi."
She slowly straightened up. Her eyes glistened with anger, her lips curled into a cruel smile. The shadow behind her seemed to grow with her. Her voice lowered, hoarse but sharp as a knife.
"But now enough... ENOUGH! This time, there will be no 'always you'. This time will be different. This time it will be ME. I will show everyone who is the best. Me, not you."
With a strangled cry, Demi overturned the table. The sound of wood crashing to the floor echoed like thunder in the room. She stood motionless amid the chaos, her chest heaving furiously, like a caged beast ready to break free.
In the dim light, her face twisted into a fierce smile. A heavy silence fell around her, like the prelude to an impending storm.
"You want Ana as your rival?" Demi murmured to herself, a bitter smile on her lips. "Then I'll show you that I'm the real challenge."
***
Louisa looked at her reflection in the boutique's shiny window, adjusting a strand of dark hair before crossing the threshold. The lingerie shop was elegant, scented with new fabrics and light floral aromas.
Inside, mannequins dressed in black and red lace welcomed customers, displaying bras and bustiers of every style. Louisa moved confidently between the shelves, running her fingers over silk and lace, as if she were in her natural kingdom.
She almost immediately chose a black, embroidered bra, perfect for enhancing her ample size. A smile touched her lips before she headed for the dressing rooms.
On the opposite side, just a few steps away, Demi watched everything. Hidden behind a column of display stands, she stared at her with a look that mixed jealousy and anger. She waited for the right moment and followed her.
Louisa closed the curtain behind her and placed her bag on a chair. Her fingers moved confidently, slowly unbuttoning her blouse one by one. The warm light of the dressing room illuminated her smooth skin, reflecting in the mirror in front of her. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the bra she had chosen, hanging on the shared hanger.
The dressing rooms were small, separated only by a thin central curtain. The air was filled with the delicate scent of fabrics and the varnished wood of the hangers.
In the other dressing room, Demi had already moved silently. She had hung up her jacket, watching Louisa's shadow filter through the thin curtain. She could hear her footsteps, the rustle of fabric sliding to the floor, the hook of her bra coming undone.
One detail brought a cruel smile to Demi's lips. Between the two spaces was a single metal hanger, shared by both dressing rooms. And that was where Louisa had just hung the bra she had chosen. All it took was one hand, one quick gesture, and that garment could change owners.
"You don't know what's coming," Demi whispered.
Demi ran her fingers over the cold metal of the hanger, without making a sound, as she heard Louisa moving a few inches away from her, separated only by a veil of fabric.
Louisa dropped her blouse on the floor, leaving her in jeans and a bra. With a fluid motion, she brought her hands behind her back and unfastened the garment.
The straps slid down her arms, leaving her bare-chested for a moment, before she reached for the new garment on the hanger. But when she reached out, she found the space empty. The black bra was gone.
The hanger was empty. Her eyes narrowed, her lips curled into a half-smile full of annoyance.
"What the hell..." the girl muttered, looking around.
On the other hand, Demi held it in her hands. She hadn't worn it yet, she just touched the embroidery, her eyes shining with satisfaction. Then she undressed too, taking off her bra.
"But where...?" Louisa wondered.
Then she saw it. A flash of black lace, waving just beyond the crack that separated her dressing room from the one next door. A female hand was clutching it tightly.
"Are you looking for this?" said a low, scratchy voice that oozed provocation. "If you want it, you'll have to take it by force."
Louisa straightened up, placing her hands on her hips, unconcerned about her bare breasts reflected in the mirror.
"Ah, are you so desperate that you would steal a bra? Aren't you ashamed?"
"No, I wouldn't say so," came a small laugh from the other side of the curtain. "This bra deserves large, firm breasts. And my breasts..." her voice lingered, slow and venomous, "are better than yours."
Louisa laughed in turn, but with a sharp tone, almost a growl.
"Honey, it doesn't matter who you are... but if you think you have something more than me, you're crazy." The excitement of facing another challenge ignited in Louisa's body. "My breasts are always better”
The gap in the curtain moved again. The bra was revealed more clearly, swaying just in front of Louisa's eyes.
"You're ready to prove it. If you want this bra... you'll have to prove that your breasts are better than mine. But we both know they're not."
"Oh, I'll prove it." Louisa advanced toward the curtain, her body rigid, her gaze intense. "I'll crush you so hard you'll beg me to give it back to you yourself. It doesn't matter who you are. I'll flatten you, right here and now."
A thick silence fell for a moment. Louisa felt a familiar emotion inside her, one she had experienced in a similar situation in the past. Ana's face appeared in her mind, making her nipples harden. She couldn't be the mysterious girl; Louisa would recognise Ana's voice anywhere.
"Perfect. That's what I wanted to hear," Demi smiled softly.
Louisa reached her arm toward the opening, but as soon as her fingers touched the lace of her bra, the hand on the other side pulled it back with a sharp jerk, the curtain in between swaying slightly.
"Ah, so you want to play. All right." Louisa clenched her jaw.
With a determined step, she approached the curtain and pressed her chest against it, her bare breasts distorting the fabric.
"Look closely, stranger. My firm, full breasts... better than yours."
On the other side, Demi smiled in the shadows. She took a deep breath and pushed forward in turn, pressing her chest against the fabric. The curtain vibrated at the contact of the two bodies, separated only by a few millimetres of fabric.
"Oh yes... They are big. But mine is bigger. Can you feel it? It's already pushing yours away. It's dominating you, even without seeing you."
"Dominate me?" Louisa laughed, a short, arrogant laugh. "Honey, no one has ever dominated me. Neither will you."
She pushed even harder, her arms stretched out at her sides, trying to overwhelm the other with the sheer force of her chest.
Demi responded to the pressure with equal intensity. The two figures, separated by the curtain, were like distorted mirrors of each other. Their ample breasts pushed and pressed, their bodies trying to make their way through a wall that prevented them from seeing each other.
"You may think you're the best woman," Demi growled, keeping her tone low and venomous. "But you're not enough. I'm better. Always."
The curtain swayed, pulled by both of them with every thrust of their breasts, while the bra, still in Demi's hand, hung mockingly, visible through the small gap.
Louisa reached out, trying to grab it, but was immediately pushed back by a violent shove from the other side. The fabric billowed and fell back, like a sail shaken by the wind.
"Bitch!" Louisa snapped, hitting the makeshift barrier with her chest and shoulders. "If you think you can beat me like this, you're sorely mistaken!"
The two pairs continued to clash through the fabric, creating a duel in which there was never any direct contact. It was a silent but fierce struggle, with neither side willing to give in, and the curtain itself seemed on the verge of tearing under the pressure of their bodies.
Louisa took a deep breath and suddenly pushed her chest against the tent with more force. Her breasts pressed firmly against Demi's on the other side, rubbing against her opponent's curves through the thin fabric. The pressure was intense, brutal, and Demi was forced to give way a few inches.
The curtain shook violently beneath their bodies, the bra swayed dangerously, and Louisa took advantage of the pressure to reach out and grab one of the bra cups, wrestling with Demi's hand.
Demi reacted immediately, firmly blocking her hand on the remaining cup. The bra was now truly contested, swinging between the two, hanging between their movements and pressure, with neither of them having total control.
"cxnt, my tits are stronger!” Demi growled
The curtain continued to shake under the pressure of the two bodies. Louisa pressed her breasts against the fabric, her flesh flattening as she pushed against her rival through the curtain, trying to push back the unknown figure on the other side, but Demi resisted with equal force, her back tense and her chest pressed forward.
"This bra is mine," Louisa growled.
With a sudden shift of her body, pushing her chest forward, Demi forced Louisa back a step. The girl immediately pushed forward, pressing her breasts against her rival's.
Quickly, Louisa pressed her breasts violently against the invisible ones on the other side. Demi faltered for a moment, giving up a few inches of advantage on the bra.
"You'll have to do better than that, bitch," Demi hissed.
The duel continued, brutal and intense. The two girls pushed and pressed their breasts together, their bodies writhing against the curtain.
The nipples continued to dig into the tent, pricking the rival flesh without managing to penetrate deeply, a note of discomfort for both.
Their hands continued to fight over the bra, the piece of fabric moving back and forth repeatedly.
Demi hissed, pushing with her whole body against the tent. The fabric shook violently, and the bra was pulled slightly toward her.
Louisa clenched her teeth, breathing heavily, and pushed her breasts forward again, trying to push Demi back.
"Let go of the bra or you'll be destroyed," hissed the Ukrainian girl.
Demi arched her back, pushing her breasts into the lower part of her rival's chest through the curtain. Louisa grunted uncomfortably as her flesh trembled on her chest, her bra pulled once again toward Demi.
"I'm not the one who's going to be destroyed," smiled the American girl.
Louisa gritted her teeth, excited by the fact that she didn't even know her opponent's face. Leaning forward, she pushed her breasts hard into Demi's from above, causing her rival to wobble as her bra was pulled toward Louisa.
The bra swayed again when Demi pushed back, the duel being pure force of their breasts, firmness fighting against other firmness through a thin barrier.
The curtain fluttered under the pressure of the two bodies, but now Louisa seemed to ignite even more. She pressed her chest against the curtain, sliding her breasts against the rival couple on the other side. Demi moaned, her flesh bending under the weight of her rival's breasts, forcing her to retreat inch by inch.
Demi tried to respond with equal pressure, but it seemed that Louisa's breasts were winning. The curtain moved between their curves as the bra continued to pull away from her.
Louisa arched her back, pressed harder, and rubbed her breasts against Demi's again, forcing her to give up a few more inches. The bra swung dangerously toward Louisa's side, but Demi still held it steady.
Demi shifted her chest to the side, rubbing her breasts against Louisa's through the swaying curtain, moving them up and down as her rival pushed forward, pressing their flesh against the fabric.
The American girl grunted, leaning back and pushing her right breast against the curtain, pressing Louisa's corresponding breast back, the bra swaying in the gap.
Continuing to rub her 36EE against the curtain, Demi felt the rival couple being pushed back with a distant sensation that now slowly became a way to ascertain the firmness of her rival's breasts.
Louisa reacted by pushing forward, forcing the rival couple to be pressed back, Demi's flesh smeared against the curtain, causing the American girl to moan in surprise.
"Give up, bitch," Louisa smiled, bringing her lips closer to the tent. "You can't beat me."
Demi narrowed her eyes, thrusting her chest forward and slamming her breasts into Louisa's. The curtain bent under the force, and the Ukrainian girl moaned softly as her flesh pressed against the fabric.
"Say it again, bitch," Demi hissed, pulling her bra toward her. "Convince me."
Thumping her breasts forward again, Demi was met with her rival's moan, Louisa's flesh trembling on her chest, allowing the American girl to strike again.
Demi's breasts pressed against the curtain, working on her rival's flesh through the fabric under Louisa's gaze. The Ukrainian girl's eyes flashed with excitement as she thrust her 36EE breasts against the curtain.
Demi groaned, feeling her breasts being pushed back, wrapped in fabric, while Louisa's seemed to want to pierce through the curtain. The bra was pulled toward Louisa, and a small giggle made the American girl shiver.
"How long are you going to keep resisting?" Louisa chuckled.
"As long as it takes," Demi hissed. "I'll wait until you're crushed by my tits."
The American girl pushed her breasts forward, taking Louisa's pair head-on, their nipples brushing against each other, separated by a barrier thin enough to feel the presence of their rival tips against their own.
The flesh of their breasts flattened on impact, spreading against the curtain, the bra continuing to be pulled from side to side. Neither of them seemed to be pulling too hard on the garment, focusing only on their rival, but neither had any intention of letting go of the prize.
Louisa pushed her breasts against Demi's, gritting her teeth as she forced her chest forward. The American girl felt herself being pushed back, having to move one leg to push Louisa to the other side.
"Nnnghhh," they grunted together.
Their breasts bent outward, pressed against the curtain as the two girls pushed forward, remaining in a stalemate, their breasts continuing to flatten further as the pressure increased.
"Give up... the bra... it's mine... It's my size," Louisa grunted.
"Our size... nnngh... the bra... is coming with me," Demi replied in the same way.
Louisa gritted her teeth, her chest pressed against Demi's through the curtain, rubbing their breasts together intensely, unable to win the battle of their breasts.
The tent vibrated and bent under the pressure of the two bodies, the fabric deforming above and below their breasts as Louisa and Demi pressed and rubbed hard. Every push, every little slip of their breasts made the fabric bend in different places.
Demi hissed, working harder on the enemy pair. With each pass, Louisa's breasts deformed against her chest, Demi's nipples continuing to dig slightly into her bare flesh.
Louisa felt her flesh swelling and bending continuously, her face beginning to show discomfort at their duel, wondering if the mysterious girl might have the same expression.
The Ukrainian girl pulled back before slamming her breasts forward, the blow slightly muffled by the curtain but hard enough to make Demi groan. The American girl's breasts bent downward as her bra was pulled by her rival.
"You may be the same size... It's remarkable... but the bra is mine," Louisa hissed, thrusting her breasts forward once more.
Louisa pushed her breasts firmly against Demi's 36E, and the curtain bent over the American girl's breasts and under the Ukrainian girl's, following the movement of their bodies.
The bra swayed between them, contested with every thrust of their hips, every sway of their breasts that made the dividing fabric tremble. Demi moaned, backing away before returning forward.
Louisa growled at the sensation of her rival's breasts pushing back against hers, pressing even harder and rubbing her breasts against Demi's through the curtain.
Demi clenched her teeth, arched her back, and pushed her chest against the fabric, causing the curtain to fold over Louisa's breasts and under her own.
"Stubborn bitch," Demi hissed, breathless. "My better tits will break yours."
The two girls continued to press, push, rub, and sway their sweaty 36EEs together, the curtain bending and shaking like a living boundary, deforming above and below both of their breasts.
Every pressure of their breasts, every rub was an attempt to overwhelm the rival couple, and the bra remained firmly in both their hands, constantly contested.
When Louisa pushed forward, Demi's breasts disappeared from her life as the curtain enveloped them. Pushing back, the Ukrainian girl gasped as her flesh folded against her.
Their bodies bent and pushed sideways, the fabric folding into subtle, deep curves, while their heavy breathing and moans made the duel hotter for both of them.
Neither girl yielded to the other, the curtain faithfully following every pressure, above and below, without giving way. The bra was pulled from side to side when one girl gained the upper hand.
Moaning, Demi pressed her breasts against the rival couple, using her body to press harder against the Ukrainian girl's body and crush her more.
Louisa's breast flesh continued to ripple, sliding against the rival pair through the curtain as their bodies moved constantly.
Demi sighed uncomfortably as her rival threw her breasts into hers, the curtain curving over her cleavage as the weight of Louisa's 36EE deformed her flesh.
The next thrust made Louisa shudder, her pair being forced outward as Demi's tits slowly returned to their shape, pushed forward through the fabric now wet with their sweat.
The curtain continued to tremble, following the curves above and below their struggling breasts. The pressure of their bodies, the rubbing of their nipples against the thin fabric, had become a combination of pain and pleasure, a sensual torment that made each thrust even more intense.
Louisa pressed her breasts hard against Demi's, rubbing them firmly through the curtain. The fabric trembled, bending over her own nipples and under her opponent's.
The contact was painful but at the same time caused a jolt of pleasure, a shiver that ran through both their bodies. Louisa felt alive, incredulous that she was feeling such intense emotions against a girl who wasn't Ana.
Demi was taken aback by what she was feeling. She was convinced she was destroying her rival, that she was enjoying hearing Louisa continue to moan in pain. The pleasure she was feeling was different, warm, unexpected.
Both pairs became redder, the friction making their skin hotter as the two girls forced their breasts together again and again. Louisa ground her heavy breasts into the rival pair. Demi rubbed her 36EEs back, the curtain swaying wildly with every movement.
"Bitch... uuuuh... my tits... are better," Louisa growled through clenched teeth.
The pressure of her breasts against Demi's became fiercer, more intense. Demi pressed her chest forward, pushing her breasts to one side.
The curtain folded over her nipples, pressing and rubbing against Louisa's, the fabric seeming to vibrate with every pressure, amplifying every sensation.
"Aaaah... no... my tits... are better," Demi hissed.
The bra swayed between their grips, pulled with every movement of their breasts, every rubbing of their nipples, causing pain from the constant encounter with rival points but a thrill of pleasure that crept into their jealous rage.
Louisa pushed her breasts forward again, rubbing more intensely as she rode that wave of emotions, moaning as she tried to push back her unknown rival.
The fabric stretched against her nipples, making her breath more ragged, mixing anger and subtle pleasure with every movement.
Demi pushed forward forcefully, bending the fabric over Louisa's nipples and pulling the bra toward her.
"You're going down... uuuh... bitch," she hissed venomously, before a hot shiver ran through her body.
The curtain shook violently, wrapping itself around the girls' breasts with each push. Their nipples pressed together through the thin fabric continued to send waves of contrasting sensations, a warm pleasure and a cold pain, as the two girls slid up and down their breasts, rising and falling continuously.
Louisa pushed hard, rubbing her breasts against Demi's through the curtain, moving her chest from side to side, feeling her breasts hit her rival's and slide through the fabric until they fell to the other side.
The bra continued to be pulled by their hands, first towards Demi and then towards Louisa, constantly in the only gap where both could see each other's hands.
"I'll crush you... completely," Louisa growled breathlessly.
Demi responded by pushing her breasts into the tent where she could see Louisa's nipples poking through the fabric. Their flesh continued to deform more and more, softened by the constant rubbing and increasing pressure.
"You'll be flat... like never before," Demi hissed, her voice broken with pleasure and pain.
The tent continued to deform, shake, and sway. Their breasts rubbed and pressed against each other, and their nipples throbbed through the fabric, amplifying every sensation as they both tried to gain the upper hand.
Every inch of the swaying bra was fiercely contested, and neither gave in, neither managed to completely conquer the bra or the other's breasts.
Louisa arched her back almost desperately, though she didn't know if it was pain or pleasure driving her actions. The curtain shook violently against their breasts as she tried to make Demi's pair yield.
The American girl continued to resist, arching her back and pushing her breasts against the rival couple. The bra remained suspended between the two girls, moving according to who was offering more force behind the thrusts of their bodies.
They remained pressed against each other through the fabric, their nipples throbbing against the curtain, the fabric folding above and below them, the bra contested for an incalculable amount of time.
Neither girl was willing to give in, the duel was suspended in that precarious balance of pleasure and pain.
The curtain trembled and folded above and below Demi and Louisa's breasts like a thin but relentless boundary. The two were almost at their limit, feeling their chests burn as their flesh continued to push against the curtain in search of victory.
The tent was stretched tighter than ever, their breasts flattened against each other through the fabric. Demi breathed in gasps, her heart beating painfully as her nipples burned, bent and pressed against Louisa's.
Another push from Louisa shook her confidence. It was as if she could feel Louisa's breasts, so hard, so full... too full. It was as if she felt she couldn't win, that her rival's breasts were actually better for a stupid second. The American girl began rubbing her breasts against the Ukrainian girl's, rubbing her nipples against her rival's more forcefully through the curtain.
“Aahhhh...” Louisa moaned, gasping.
The Ukrainian girl pushed her breasts into her rival's pair, Demi pursed her lips as her flesh deformed, continuing to grind her 36EE into Louisa's, making her gasp even more.
“My breasts... are bending... yours,” Demi growled, her forehead sweaty.
The two remained entwined through the curtain, their breasts no longer fighting like rigid weapons, but wearing each other down, crushing and softening together, as pleasure grew in both of them until they staggered.
Demi hissed in frustration as she felt her breasts bend against the curtain, flattening as Louisa pushed her chest against her. Demi gritted her teeth, continuing to push her breasts forward.
“Nnnhhh... ahhh...” Louisa moaned in a higher voice.
The duel had turned into a slow and fierce torture. The curtain, folded and pulled over and under their breasts, swayed relentlessly as if it were alive, shaken by the incessant thrusts. Each exchange was followed by a brutal rubbing, nipple against nipple, through the thin fabric.
Louisa gasped more and more, her voice breaking, each rubbing causing her to moan, and no matter how hard she tried, the firmness of her breasts crumbled. On the other side, Demi could clearly feel her own breasts softening under the pressure. The flesh yielded, bent and pushed back by the rival breast. Demi couldn't believe the possibility, Louisa's breast was crushing hers.
The American girl continued to push, rub, and bend her rival's nipples with quick, hard circular movements, using the Ukrainian girl's moans to keep fighting. She felt her flesh becoming softer, more yielding, but constantly pushed against the rival pair.
Both girls gasped, the tent between them seeming to be about to fall as their breasts collided once more, the bra still contested. Demi felt her breasts yield further, her breath short as she arched her back to push the rival pair back, rubbing her 36EE against Louisa's 36EE.
The Ukrainian girl moaned uncontrollably, her breath short and ragged. Her lips curled into a broken moan as she felt the pleasure grow beyond all limits. Every time Demi pushed her breasts against hers, rubbing them hard, they seemed to consume Louisa.
The two rivals' breathing had become a single, broken, panting rhythm, mingling with the desperate rustling of the tent shaken by the thrusts of their breasts. With each thrust, the flesh of their breasts continued to soften against each other. Their once proud breasts were heavily deformed, bending and dragging across the tent.
Demi let out a long, almost involuntary moan as she felt her nipples bend under Louisa's pleasure mingling with pain, her chest giving way. Louisa looked down at her breasts, her trembling flesh being pushed against her chest, worn out.
The bra remained clenched between their hands, swaying in between, but it seemed almost forgotten in the face of the desperation that consumed them. They both held it more out of instinct than will, focusing on their private, fleshy conflict in such a way that they could not accept defeat.
“I am… the better woman,” hissed Louisa, pushing her breasts forward again, which yielded and flattened mercilessly against those of the American girl.
The tent continued to deform under the constant pressure, the two girls' breasts throbbing with pain as they continued to be forced together, their flesh losing more and more consistency with each push, each rub against the fabric leaving a scratchy sensation on their increasingly weak nipples, causing the two girls to gasp for breath.
Demi and Louisa paused for a moment, breathing in unison. It seemed as if they could see each other through the barrier that had divided them until now. Their bodies trembled, their breasts now soft and deformed, but neither of them wanted to accept that unstable balance. They both felt it at the same time, a desperate need to end it all, one last push, and they would finally conquer their rival's breasts.
The two girls threw themselves forward, their breasts meeting through the tent, flattening against each other, making their bodies tremble as they realised that the last drop of firmness in their breasts had been erased by the rival couple. Their hard nipples met in the middle of the pressed flesh, the curtain separating them like a millimetric border, meeting point to point and suddenly yielding, completely reversed by the rival couple.
A deep moan, mixed with anger and pleasure, escaped from both their lips at the same time. The curtain, now unable to withstand the incessant pressure, gave way with a sharp blow, collapsing to reveal Louisa's mysterious rival.
“And who the hell are you?” hissed Louisa, looking at her rival as if for the first time.
Demi's eyes widened, feeling the words like a knife piercing her chest, her pride wounded by not even being recognised. Growling, the American girl threw herself at Louisa, wrapping her arms around her rival's sweaty body and pressing their breasts together once more.
“You fucking bitch!” Demi hissed, pulling Louisa close as their breasts melted into each other.
Louisa was taken aback for a moment, then, almost without realising it, responded with equal fervour. Her arms shot around Demi's body, pulling her close with the same violence.
Their bodies pressed against each other, their flesh mingling in the small space between their chests, now without any resistance left, causing more pain to the girls. Their arms clasped tightly, their breasts pressed against each other, their broken breaths mingling on their faces, all their anger and jealousy reduced to that mutual embrace.
Then, a rustle, followed by a light knock on the dressing room door.
“Girls, everything okay in there?” The saleswoman's hesitant voice was heard just before the young woman, unaware, pulled back the curtain of Louisa's dressing room.
The sight of the two girls embracing with their bare breasts pressed together and sweaty left her stunned. Demi and Louisa stiffened instantly, before quickly loosening their grip on the other girl, their breasts slowly separating as their bodies took a step back.
“I... sorry... I didn't mean to... it's just that... I thought...” The sales assistant left the sentence unfinished, blushing before turning abruptly and walking away quickly.
Silence fell immediately after the sales assistant's departure. Louisa stood motionless, her chest still heaving from heavy breathing, when Demi pulled the bra toward her with a sharp tug, snatching it from the Ukrainian girl's hand. She moved close enough for her words to be a venomous hiss.
“You picked the wrong rival,” Demi hissed venomously. “See you soon, bitch.”
Demi's eyes burned with a light full of anger and satisfaction, then, without saying another word, she put the bra in her bag and turned, leaving the dressing room with a determined stride.
Louisa was left alone, her hands empty, her gaze fixed on the void left by her rival. Her heart was beating wildly, and it was at that moment that her memory began to form some images. That face, that voice. Yes, Louisa had met Demi before, the girl she was supposed to face some time ago, before Ana took her place.
The thought made her bite her lip. A shiver ran through her body, a mixture of anger at losing her bra and an excitement she had only ever felt with another girl. Their duel, the incredible pressure on their breasts, and that strange but exciting challenge through the curtain gave her the thrills Louisa kept seeking to satisfy her hunger.
Louisa took a deep breath, a subtle, mischievous smile beginning to form on her lips. She may have lost her bra, but deep down, she knew Demi was different. A rival capable of putting her to the test, a woman who would push her to her limits, forcing her to feel pain as intoxicating as the pleasure of a good fight. And that excited her more than she wanted to admit.
“Demi...” she murmured, savouring the name that finally came back to her memory.
Louisa smiled to herself. It wasn't over.
“See you soon...” Louisa thought excitedly, looking at her sagging breasts in the mirror's reflection.
